In Minnesota, the warm days of summer are a treasured collection. I have a favorite wicker rocker on our deck that is my get-away and read spot. For some reason, Booker has decided this is now his favorite spot too. He sits on the chair and actually rocks. Other times he keeps track of what we are doing in the house. Me: “Honey do you feel like we’re being watched?” Hubby: “Yes, but… why?” Then, as one,we look at the window and see two blue eyes transfixed on us while slowly rocking back and forth. I think it’s borderline creepy. Who knows what he is thinking? Maybeits, “Really? Does she need to be eating the second slab of pizza? Those pants aren’t getting any bigger.” I don’t need to be judged by the dog. My husband thinksour little rock staris adorable. I think I’ve lost my get-away and read spot. Doggone it.
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